Tuesday, October 29, 2013

You
might not think it, what with the usual isolation and aversion to leaving the
house, but it’s totally true. Just go ask any one of those “Armageddon prepper”
people who keep getting TV shows on deep cable for some reason.

Retrofitting
SUVs to run on human feces and training your dog how to run a CB radio both
cost a lot of money. A LOT.

Now I’m no prepper. I have no discernible
skills that would be in any way useful should society go belly up. Unless
writing business-to-business newsletters and complaining about things on the
internet plays a bigger role in post-apocalyptic American than I’m forseeing.

So why
prep? I’m the guy at the beginning of the zombie movie who gets hit by a car while
crossing a street as he’s running away from a zombie. You don’t need to prep
for that. You just need to enjoy the ride until that Prius slams into you at a
cool 60 mph.